Backstage with Ann Marie

Ann Marie just shaved her legs. They’re silky. She knows that means nothing until she puts those feet to work. Her toes flex on his cock—slow at first, then with purpose. She wraps both soles around him, heels together, arches curved just right. He throbs against the warm pressure. She strokes him with her feet like she was made for it. Up and down. Side to side. She rubs the head between her toes until a string of pre-cum stretches from skin to skin. She leans in and takes him in her mouth, licking and sucking while her feet keep moving. No pause. No mercy. Her legs are long, her calves tight, and she never stops. He fucks her from behind while her toes still curl. She reaches back with one foot and strokes his thigh, then his balls, until he finally comes all over her feet. She watches it drip between her toes, then smears it slowly along her arch.